Luyện nghe bài hát Million Dollar Baby

(Chorus)
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say

(Verse 1)
Sick it, six digits, big engines
Get lots of head like six
It just this code I by,
the road I grew up by,
And I see the like an umpire.
one time, and everything combined
I am the boss, I have a nigga you about the gunline
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the redline
I drive that mothafucka like I'm beat a deadline.
Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy
I'm fly and your an ostrich
How much you bitch?
See I will buy you and then sell you like an auction.
Okay? I am affiliated DJ Drama
And this Just Blaze has just met Jeffery Dahmer
I am a bingo on the beat Carson Palmer
And them niggas couldn't see me panorama.
(Haha) soft as a can of flowers
You as a can of tuna
You fuckin' a piranha
The ballin' is no
Paper as a tower
I'm paid hoe, I could your life all in a hour
I promise I see the city skyline my shower
I'm like a gun with a bag of gun powder
Pow pow
I'm higher Mr. Childs
from the bottom of the ant pile.
Weezy!

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
My is gangsta, my aim is money
The is beautiful but the game is ugly
They say the hungry, but these bitches is greedy
But I'm awfully gifted, I am simply
It's come to my room, I make her feel like it's
And she leave out that room feelin' like a
My game is my capital feature
I her ass up like a pair of new sneakers
Back to the subject at
Baby I'm a wealthy ass young man
Flow more rare than black sand
And, I just some brain like a fucking cat scan
I want some paper like a fucking trash can
Life is a maze so how's it hanging
I seem to amaze, as as advance
I'm so far ahead I gotta save the dance.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Get it like panters I enhance,
M.O.B., I'm all about my chips like
I be with animals animal tactics,
I swear I'm up like New York traffic
You dumb fucks, you're nothing but ducks,
Big hairs, swinging like nunchucks
Hollygrove I'm claiming it insurance
been on the grind, nigga you're just a tourist,
Flowers for the dead, say to the florists
Fuck with me wrong bet I rush it Borris
Now they kick it but I ain't Chuck Norris
I kick it with Few and he rolling up a forest
be compared, no I'm not a thesaurus
Can't be banned, I'm Miss Delourous
Fuck Wendy Williams, the bitch look a dude
Her body look and her hair looks glued
But let me get to my food
Eat the track up and the mic barbecued
Why in 30 lives would you war with I
I'm just gettin' high thinking about the 5
My homies straight, my good and my daughter's fine
Everyday I pray and thank the great Lord of
Weezy baby, you're lookin' at
Grillz, no braces